Stranica 206 [206]
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But her sister sat still just as she left her,
leaning her head on her hand, watching the
setting sun, and thinking of little Alice and all
her wonderful Adventures, till she too began
dreaming after a fashion, and this was her
dream :—
First, she dreamed of little Alice herself, and
once again the tiny hands were clasped upon
her knee, and the bright eager eyes were look¬
ing up into hers—she could hear the very tones
of her voice, and see that queer little toss of
her head to keep back the wandering hair that
would always get into her eyes—and still as
she listened, or seemed to listen, the whole
place around her became alive with the strange
creatures of her little sister’s dream.